Questions of science, science and progress, do not speak as loud as my heart..

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Friday, December 9, 2016

The Scientist.

We take breathing for granted and yet it is the one thing that sustains life.I think when I met you, I forgot to breathe.You blocked my lungs with your smell, my head with your eccentricity and my heart with well, you. You were all encompassing and omnipresent. I couldn't run away, I couldn't hide - I had no choice in the matter. It was the opposite of coming to life - it was like losing all my senses, one sensory neuron at a time.I think when I met you, I forgot to breathe.You clogged my arteries with uncontrolled blood flow in and out the aorta, damaged my liver with unknown levels of intoxication and broke my indestructible walls. My bubble was penetrated and suddenly, I was bare - exposed - vulnerable, in a matter of minutes.I think when I met you, I forgot to breathe.You drowned me in music, waltzed me into a dream and ensured that I spend this lifetime reliving that one night, over and over in my head just because of its indescribable serendipity. I couldn't ever forget what I felt through every second of the night that changed my life forever.I think when I met you, I forgot to breathe.For once, I fell in love almost instantly. There was no pre-contemplation, no afterthought, nothing at all. I just fell in all the way before realization could hit me or reality could pull me back from your strong hold. Your grip on my present never did loosen.I think when I met you, I forgot to breathe.But then again what good is breathing in a prison? And that's what you were building for me isn't it? A prison of every moment spent with you because you knew that night that this feeling that I was committing to, was temporary - you knew that soulmates aren't meant to be.I think when I met you, I forgot to breathe.But now that I've met him, breathing, like living, comes easy.However I wouldn't know its importance if it weren't for you.Thank you for being the love that got away, because it wasn't the love I needed.Thank you for suffocating me to the point that there was no option but to let the air inside my lungs.And boy, is it good to breathe...